Coma

Coma
By Ronnie W. Norris
COMA

I'm in a state of motionless
Day by day
Sentenced to the deepest sleep of all
I hear the whispering of voices in my head
Saying is he living or is he dead
Thoughts I cannot harness
But I'm aware
Lying here in the darkness
Seems so unfair
Is there hope?
I must cope
Do not forsake
I'm here inside
From this mistake
Not to hide

© 2001 Ronnie W. Norris